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This song is by 2Pac, features Talent and appears on the album Greatest Hits (1998).

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Song of the Day
February 21, 2008
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Come on, come on
I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living, should I blast myself?
I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm looking for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
One less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship them dope and let them deal the brothers
Give them guns, step back, watch them kill each other
It's time to fight back, that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead

I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other
We gotta start making changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers

And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
But things change, and that's the way it is

That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same
That's just the way it is
Oh, yeah

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white is smoking crack tonight
And the only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you staying in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
Being real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way
I made a G today, But you made it in a sleazy way
Selling crack to the kids, I gotta get paid,
Well hey, that's the way it is

That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same
That's just the way it is
Oh, yeah


And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
So the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the facts giving it back to you
Don't let them jack you up, back you up,
Crack you up and pimp smack you up

You gotta learn to hold your own
They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry about the paybacks
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Coming back after all these years
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
That's the way it is, uh

That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same
That's just the way it is
Oh, yeah

You're my brother, you're my sister
That's just the way it is (way it is, way it is)
Things will never be the same
You're my brother, you're my sister
That's the way it is
Oh, yeah

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